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Lauren Wilson Poem
I didn't notice
how fast time was going—
all the commotion,
it's quite the distraction.
This perpetual motion,
lost in a sea of consumption,
all for social devotion.
Lacking what we left behind,
now chasing dimes with our time.
Is it wrong to numb
with lights and rums?
Moments between moments are what we miss—
something as a kid
I didn't notice.
Copyright © Lauren Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Lauren Wilson Poem
Don't judge me
but –
Is that girl over there
expecting?
Or should I be
inspecting
my own projected fears,
cradled by society's
repetitive scrutiny
of the female form?
Copyright © Lauren Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Lauren Wilson Poem
Woke to cold,
then saw your coat—
a new day,
a new cope.
I stay in bed longer,
letting my thoughts wander—
oh, how they grow old.
Wake me,
take me,
make me new.
I need,
I want,
one last night with you.
Memories reflected on my face,
help me keep my time in space.
They remind me of whim,
and losses—and him.
So hold me,
show me,
know me through.
I need,
I want,
one last night with you.
Copyright © Lauren Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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